owlsbooks Chapter 16 Immeasurable Merit
Chapter 16 Immeasurable Merit
The reprimand from Yuanshi Tianzun carried the innate arrogance of the Pangu lineage.
All three thousand worldly guests present focused their attention on the green-robed Taoist priest seated at the head of the table, some gloating and others watching coldly.
After all, the Three Pure Ones are one entity, and being transformed from the primordial spirit of Pangu, they are the most formidable beings in the primordial world.
However, at this very moment...
The Kunpeng, which had been resting with its eyes closed as if oblivious to everything around it, suddenly opened its eyes.
"Whoosh—!"
Two beams of divine light, seemingly tangible, shot out from the depths of his pupils.
Inside, it seemed as if mountains of corpses and seas of blood were rising and falling, and the sun, moon and stars were vanishing and disappearing.
The terrifying pressure caused Zhunti Daoist, who was about to step forward, to pause in his tracks, his heart trembling for no apparent reason.
Kunpeng completely ignored Zhunti's greedy expression, and instead slightly turned his head, his gaze falling directly on Yuanshi Tianzun.
Their eyes met; one was haughty and aloof, the other deep and domineering.
"Yuanshi, you keep claiming to be the true descendant of Pangu, and you are proud of it."
Kunpeng's voice was calm, yet it resonated like a great bell, shaking the very soul.
"May I ask you, besides inheriting the legacy of creation and enjoying its benefits, since you took human form, have you ever done even the slightest thing beneficial for this primordial world or for all living beings?"
Upon hearing this, Yuanshi Tianzun's expression turned cold, and he was about to retort, "I am the primordial spirit of Pangu..."
"shut up!"
Kunpeng shouted, interrupting him.
He slowly stood up, his dark blue Taoist robe fluttering even without wind.
"You're calling me a coward? Saying I'm unworthy of being in the top position?"
"Then open your eyes wide and see clearly what this is!"
Before he finished speaking, Kunpeng stopped hiding.
"boom--!"
A sacred, vast, and supreme aura instantly erupted from his body.
Behind his head, an enormous golden wheel slowly materialized.
The entire wheel was formed from the purest Heavenly Dao merits, radiating boundless light and exuding a rich, primordial aura!
Within that golden wheel, countless demonic runes could be faintly seen flowing, and billions of living beings were bowing in worship.
This is the merit of education! This is the virtue of establishing a teaching!
"This...this is..."
"A golden wheel of merit?! Such a massive golden wheel of merit!"
Inside the main hall, countless powerful figures gasped in astonishment, their eyes filled with disbelief.
Even Laozi, Tongtian, and even Nuwa and Fuxi were shocked at this moment.
"It's him! He's the Kunpeng of the Northern Sea!"
Someone exclaimed in surprise, finally recognizing the person occupying the head seat.
"That great being who, not long ago, created three thousand Daoist scripts above the Northern Sea, established a demonic sect, causing the Heavenly Dao to tremble and bestowing immeasurable merit!"
Amidst the astonished gazes of the crowd, Kunpeng stood with his hands behind his back, bathed in the golden light of merit, resembling an ancient god-king.
His gaze was disdainful, coldly fixed on the Primordial Celestial Venerable, whose face alternated between pale and flushed, his words sharp and eloquent:
"I created the Daoist texts, opening the wisdom of all spirits; this is my establishment of doctrine!"
"I established the Demonic Cult, defined the names and ranks of all races, and enlightened all living beings; this is my merit!"
"Heaven bestows immeasurable merit to attest to my deeds and to manifest my virtue! This is a great achievement and virtue throughout the primordial world!"
"You, Yuanshi, are merely relying on the blessings of the Father God, and have yet to achieve any merit or accumulate any virtue."
Before my immense merit, what right do you have to judge me? What face do you have to presume to demand my abdication?!
"you……"
Yuanshi Tianzun was rendered speechless by the rebuttal.
He wanted to refute it, but found that he had no idea where to begin.
In the primordial world, merit was the recognition of the Heavenly Dao, and the greatest principle.
Kunpeng's words were all true, and the golden wheel of merit behind his head was even more undeniable.
If he continues to belittle it, he is questioning the fairness of the Way of Heaven.
In the end, Yuanshi Tianzun could only let out a heavy snort, turn his head away with a flick of his sleeve, and remain silent, too ashamed to mention offering his seat again.
Seeing that he had intimidated Yuanshi, Kunpeng sneered and then turned around to look at Zhunti Daoist, who was standing there in a dilemma.
"bass--!"
Two mournful sword cries suddenly rang out.
Two streaks of light flew out from Kunpeng's sleeve, transforming into two longswords, one red and one black, exuding murderous intent.
The sword tip emitted a chilling light that sent shivers down one's spine; it was none other than the ultimate weapon of slaughter—Yuan Tu and A Bi!
"what!"
Startled by the sudden murderous intent, Zhunti took several steps back, his face turning deathly pale as he stared in terror at the murderous sword before him.
"You ignorant Western monks, who know nothing of destiny or shame, and who only know how to whine and act shamelessly, dare to discuss fortune or origins with me?"
Kunpeng held a fist in one hand, as if ready to unleash a sword strike at any moment.
"Just now, Fellow Daoist Hongyun was kind enough to give your senior brother a seat, yet you are still not satisfied and dare to covet my seat?"
"My seat is right here. If you want it, ask these two swords in my hand if they agree!"
The terrifying law of slaughter locked onto Zhunti, as if blood would soon spill over into Zixiao Palace.
Although Zhunti was also a Great Luo Golden Immortal and possessed the fortune of the West, he was so suppressed that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence when facing the Kunpeng, who was so imposing and wielded a powerful weapon.
His little bit of persuasive skills and eloquence seemed so pale and powerless in the face of absolute power.
Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.
No one expected that this demon cult leader would be so domineering!
First, he used his merits to overthrow Yuanshi Tianzun, and then he drew his sword to threaten Zhunti Daoist.
This display of both literary and martial talents, virtue and power, is vivid and comprehensive.
Nuwa, on the fifth futon, had a series of wonderful glints in her beautiful eyes.
He thought to himself that this fellow Daoist Kunpeng was truly unfathomable. If the demon race had such a person in charge in the future, the world would probably change.
Among the crowd, Di Jun and Tai Yi had even more solemn expressions.
Taiyi, in particular, holding the Chaos Bell, looked at the twin swords in Kunpeng's hand with a fierce fighting spirit burning in his eyes, yet also with a hint of apprehension.
Zhen Yuanzi glanced thoughtfully at Hongyun, then at the domineering Kunpeng, and vaguely felt that his old friend's act of offering him his seat was probably a mistake.
Just when the situation was about to erupt and Kunpeng seemed to be about to make a move at Zixiao Palace.
"Buzz—"
An invisible aura of a saint swept across the entire area.
The tense atmosphere instantly vanished without a trace.
On the high platform, a figure had appeared at some unknown time.
He was an old Taoist priest dressed in coarse linen clothes, with white hair and beard, and a simple, ancient face.
He simply sat there quietly, as if he were the embodiment of the Tao, merging with the entire universe.
Daozu Hongjun!
With his appearance, everyone's primordial spirit felt an immense sense of oppression.
Kunpeng was also startled. He immediately put away the Yuan Tu and A Bi swords, dispersed the Golden Wheel of Merit behind his head, and sat down respectfully.
Hongjun's indifferent eyes swept over the crowd below, finally lingering on Kunpeng for a moment before he looked away.
He spoke softly, his voice not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears:
"No noise or fighting is allowed within the Zixiao Palace."
"The seating arrangement has been finalized and will remain so from now on; it cannot be changed."
With these words, the matter was settled.
Zhunti looked despairing and had no choice but to retreat to the side, squeezing in with Jieyin, no longer daring to look at the chief monk.
"From then on, Zixiao Palace would preach once every three thousand years, and each preaching would last for three thousand years."
Hongjun didn't waste any words and began to expound on the Great Dao.
The sage's teachings were extraordinary.
As Hongjun's voice rang out, strange phenomena instantly appeared throughout the Zixiao Palace.
Flowers rained down from the sky, golden lotuses sprang from the ground, purple clouds drifted from the east, and rosy clouds billowed.
One by one, the great prophecies transformed into tangible runes, dancing in the void and evolving into the mysteries of creation, birth, and death of all things.
What the Dao Ancestor spoke of this time was the Dao of the Great Luo Golden Immortal.
Although the three thousand mortals present were all Great Immortals, this was a sage's insightful explanation, pointing directly to the origin of the Great Dao.
Many people who encounter bottlenecks and confusions in their daily spiritual practice suddenly find clarity at this moment, like seeing the sun after the clouds have parted.
No one dared to be negligent in the slightest; they immediately held their breath and focused their minds, immersing themselves in listening to the Great Dao.
Some listened with bated breath, some were completely absorbed, and some were inconsolable, all because of their different aptitudes and understandings, which led to different outcomes.
Kunpeng, sitting in the first seat, had an advantage due to its proximity to the source.
He was already exceptionally perceptive and possessed knowledge of multiple laws.
Immersed in the path of the sage, I feel as comfortable as a fish in water.
Above the head of the Dao Ancestor Hongjun, a fragmented jade disc phantom appeared and disappeared, flowing with the radiance of the three thousand Great Dao Laws.
That's the Jade Disc of Creation!
Although Kunpeng could not directly comprehend the Jade Disc of Creation, all the Dao spoken of by Hongjun originated from it.
The seven laws within him are wind, water, blood, devouring, killing, pure yang, and destruction.
Under the baptism of the sage's teachings, it begins to rapidly shed its impurities and refine its essence, becoming purer and more perfect.